Across the Border

Seasons


Where have the spring times gone,

the year is full of hope.

Racked up over a half century,

of skiing down a slope.

Fifty plus & still counting memories fading of the past,

New years on the horizon slipping by very fast.


Where have the summers gone,

when days were supposedly hot.

Racked up over a half century,

where the weather was certainly not.

Fifty plus & still counting memories fading of the past,

New years on the horizon slipping by very fast.


Where have the autumns gone,

my favourite time of year.

racked up over a half century,

of long walks, wine and beer.

Fifty plus & still counting memories fading of the past,

New years on the horizon slipping by very fast.


Where have the winters gone,

they say they’re getting worse.

Racked up over a half century,

the cold is like a curse.

Fifty plus and still counting memories fading of the past,

New years on the horizon slipping by very fast.

(Jameson/Rowley)